Title: Dark Shanghai (One Shanghai Night)
Author: Robert E. Howard
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Dark Shanghai[One Shanghai Night]

by

Robert E. Howard

A STEVE COSTIGAN STORY

First published in Action Stories, January 1932
Also published as "One Shanghai Night"

THE first man I met, when I stepped offa my ship
onto the wharfs of Shanghai, was Bill McGlory of the Dutchman, and I
should of took this as a bad omen because that gorilla can get a man into
more jams than a Chinese puzzle. He says: "Well, Steve, what do we do for
entertainment—beat up some cops or start a free-for-all in a
saloon?"

I says: "Them amusements is low. The first thing I am goin' to do is to go
and sock Ace Barlow on the nose. When I was in port six months ago somebody
drugged my grog and lifted my wad, and I since found out it was him."

"Good," said Bill. "I don't like Ace neither and I'll go along and see
it's well done."

So we went down to the Three Dragons Saloon and Ace come out from behind
the bar grinning like a crocodile, and stuck out his hand and says: "Well,
well, if it ain't Steve Costigan and Bill McGlory! Glad to see you,
Costigan."

"And I'm glad to see you, you double-crossin' polecat," I says, and socked
him on the nose with a peach of a right. He crashed into the bar so hard he
shook the walls and a demijohn fell off a shelf onto his head and knocked him
stiff, and I thought Bill McGlory would bust laughing.

Big Bess, Ace's girl, give a howl like a steamboat whistle.

"You vilyun!" she squalled. "You've killed Ace. Get out of here, you
murderin' son of a skunk!" I don't know what kind of knife it was she
flashed, but me and Bill left anyway. We wandered around on the waterfront
most of the day and just about forgot about Ace, when all of a sudden he hove
in view again, most unexpectedly. We was bucking a roulette wheel in Yin
Song's Temple of Chance, and naturally was losing everything we had,
including our shirts, when somebody tapped me on the shoulder. I turned
around and it was Ace. I drawed back my right mauler but he said: "Nix, you
numb-skull—I wanta talk business with you."

His nose was skinned and both his eyes was black, which made him look very
funny, and I said: "I bet you went and blowed your nose—you shouldn't
never do that after bein' socked."

"I ain't here to discuss my appearance," he said annoyedly. "Come on out
where we can talk without bein' overheard."

"Foller you out into the alley?" I asked. "How many thugs you got out
there with blackjacks?"

At this moment Bill lost his last dime and turned around and seen Ace and
he said: "Wasn't one bust on the snoot enough?"

"Listen, you mugs," said Ace, waving his arms around like he does when
excited, "here I got a scheme for makin' us all a lot of dough and you
boneheads stand around makin' smart cracks."

"You're goin' to fix it so we make dough, hey?" I snorted. "I may be dumb,
Ace Barlow, but I ain't that dumb. You ain't no pal of our'n."

"No, I ain't!" he howled. "I despises you! I wisht you was both in Davy
Jones's locker! But I never lets sentiment interfere with business, and you
two saps are the only men in Shanghai which has got guts enough for the job I
got in mind."

I looked at Bill and Bill looked at me, and Bill says: "Ace, I trusts you
like I trusts a rattlesnake—but lead on. Them was the honestest words
I ever heard you utter."

Ace motioned us to foller him, and he led us out of the Temple of Chance
into the back of his grog-shop, which wasn't very far away. When we had set
down and he had poured us some licker, taking some hisself, to show us it was
on the level, he said: "Did you mutts ever hear of a man by the name of John
Bain?"

"Naw," I said, but Bill scowled: "Seems like I have—naw—I
can't place the name—"

"Well," said Ace, "he's a eccentric milyunaire, and he's here in Shanghai.
He's got a kid sister, Catherine, which he's very fond of—"

"I see the point," I snapped, getting up and sticking the bottle of licker
in my hip pocket. "That's out, we don't kidnap no dame for you. C'mon,
Bill."

"It wouldn't be stoopin' for you," sneered Bill. "It would be a step
upwards."

"Set down, Costigan," said Ace, "and put back that bottle, les'n you got
money to pay for it... Boys, you got me all wrong. The gal's already been
kidnapped, and Bain's just about nuts."

"Why don't he go to the police?" I says.

"He has," said Ace, "but when could the police find a gal the Chineeses
has stole? They'd did their best but they ain't found nothin'. Now listen
—this is where you fellers come in. I know where the gal
is!"

"Yeah?" we said, interested, but only half believing him.

"I guess likely I'm the only white man in Shanghai what does," he said.
"Now I ask you—are you thugs ready to take a chance?"

"On what?" we said.

"On the three-thousand-dollar reward John Bain is offerin' for the return
of his sister," said Ace. "Now listen—I know a certain big Chinee had
her kidnapped outa her 'rickshaw out at the edge of the city one evenin'.
He's been keepin' her prisoner in his house, waitin' a chance to send her
up-country to some bandit friends of his'n; then they'll be in position to
twist a big ransome outa John Bain, see? But he ain't had a chance to slip
her through yet. She's still in his house. But if I was to tell the police,
they'd raid the place and get the reward theirselves. So all you boys got to
do is go get her and we split the reward three ways."

"I give you the information where she is," he said. "Ain't that somethin'?
And I'll do more—I'll manage to lure the big Chinee away from his
house while you go after the gal. I'll fake a invitation from a big merchant
to meet him somewheres—I know how to work it. An hour before midnight
I'll have him away from that house. Then it'll be pie for you."

Me and Bill meditated.

"After all," wheedled Ace, "she's a white gal in the grip of the yeller
devils."

"That settles it," I decided. "We ain't goin' to leave no white woman at
the mercy of no Chinks."

"Good," said Ace. "The gal's at Yut Lao's house—you know where
that is? I'll contrive to git him outa the house. All you gotta do is walk in
and grab the gal. I dunno just where in the house she'll be, of course;
you'll have to find that out for yourselves. When you git her, bring her to
the old deserted warehouse on the Yen Tao wharf. I'll be there with John
Bain. And listen—the pore gal has likely been mistreated so she don't
trust nobody. She may not wanta come with you, thinkin' you've come to take
her up- country to them hill-bandits. So don't stop to argy—just
bring her along anyhow."

"That ain't all, neither," said Bill. "If I start on this here expedition
I gotta have a bracer. Gimme that bottle."

"Licker costs money," complained Ace as Bill filled his pocket flask.

"Settin' a busted nose costs money, too," snapped Bill, "so shut up before
I adds to your expenses. We're in this together for the money, and I want you
to know I don't like you any better'n I ever did."

Ace gnashed his teeth slightly at this, and me and Bill set out for Yut
Lao's house. About half a hour to midnight we got there. It was a big house,
set amongst a regular rat-den of narrow twisty alleys and native hovels. But
they was a high wall around it, kinda setting it off from the rest.

"Now we got to use strategy," I said, and Bill says, "Heck, there you go
makin' a tough job outa this. All we gotta do is walk up to the door and when
the Chinks open it, we knock 'em stiff and grab the skirt and go."

"Simple!" I said sourcastically. "Do you realize this is the very heart of
the native quarters, and these yeller-bellies would as soon stick a knife in
a white man as look at him?"

"Well," he said, "if you're so smart, you figger it out."

"Come on," I said, "we'll sneak over the wall first. I seen a Chinee cop
snoopin' around back there a ways and he give us a very suspicious look. I
bet he thinks you're a burglar or somethin'."

Bill shoved out his jaw. "Does he come stickin' his nose into our
business, I bends it into a true-lover's knot."

"This takes strategy," I says annoyedly. "If he comes up and sees us goin'
over the wall, I'll tell him we're boardin' with Yut Lao and he forgot and
locked us out, and we lost our key."

"That don't sound right, somehow," Bill criticized, but he's always
jealous, because he ain't smart like me, so I paid no heed to him, but told
him to foller me.

Well, we went down a narrow back-alley which run right along by the wall,
and just as we started climbing over, up bobbed the very Chinese cop I'd
mentioned. He musta been follering us.

"Stop!" he said, poking at me with his night-stick. "What fella monkey-
business catchee along you?"

And dawgoned if I didn't clean forget what I was going to tell him!

"Well," said Bill impatiently, "speak up, Steve, before he runs us
in."

"Gimme time," I said snappishly, "don't rush me—lemme see now
—Yut Lao boards with us and he lost his key—no, that don't
sound right—"

"Aw, nuts!" snorted Bill and before I could stop him he hit the Chinee cop
on the jaw and knocked him stiff.

"Now you done it!" said I. "This will get us six months in the jug."

"Aw, shut up and git over that wall," growled Bill. "We'll git the gal and
be gone before he comes to. Then with that reward dough, I'd like to see him
catch us. It's too dark here for him to have seen us good."

So we climbed into the garden, which was dark and full of them funny-
looking shrubs the Chineeses grows and trims into all kinds of shapes like
ships and dragons and ducks and stuff. Yut Lao's house looked even bigger
from inside the wall and they was only a few lights in it. Well, we went
stealthily through the garden and come to a arched door which led into the
house. It was locked but we jimmied it pretty easy with some tools Ace had
give us—he had a regular burglar's kit, the crook. We didn't hear a
sound; the house seemed to be deserted.

We groped around and Bill hissed, "Steve, here's a stair. Let's go
up."

"Well," I said, "I don't hardly believe we'll find her upstairs or
nothin'. They proberly got her in a underground dunjun or
somethin'."

"Well," said Bill, "this here stair don't go no ways but up and we can't
stand here all night."

So we groped up in the dark and come into a faintly lighted corridor. This
twisted around and didn't seem like to me went nowheres, but finally come
onto a flight of stairs going down. By this time we was clean bewildered
—the way them heathens builds their houses would run a white man nuts.
So we went down the stair and found ourselves in another twisting corridor on
the ground floor. Up to that time we'd met nobody. Ace had evidently did his
job well, and drawed most everybody outa the house.

All but one big coolie with a meat cleaver.

We was just congratulating ourselves when swish! crack! A shadow
falling acrost me as we snuck past a dark nook was all that saved my scalp. I
ducked just as something hummed past my head and sunk three inches deep into
the wall. It was a meat cleaver in the hand of a big Chinee, and before he
could wrench it loose, I tackled him around the legs like a fullback bucking
the line and we went to the floor together so hard it knocked the breath outa
him. He started flopping and kicking, but I would of had him right if it
hadn't of been for Bill's carelessness. Bill grabbed a lacquered chair and
swung for the Chinee's head, but we was revolving on the floor so fast his
aim wasn't good. Wham! I seen a million stars. I rolled offa my victim
and lay, kicking feebly, and Bill used what was left of the chair to knock
the Chinaman cold.

"You dumb bonehead," I groaned, holding my abused head on which was a bump
as big as a goose-egg. "You nearly knocked my brains out."

"You flatters yourself, Steve," snickered Bill. "I was swingin' at the
Chinee—and there he lays. I always gits my man."

"Yeah, after maimin' all the innocent bystanders within reach," I snarled.
"Gimme a shot outa that flask."

We both had a nip and then tied and gagged the Chinee with strips tore
from his shirt, and then we continued our explorations. We hadn't made as
much noise as it might seem; if they was any people in the house they was all
sound asleep. We wandered around for a while amongst them dark or dim lighted
corridors, till we seen a light shining under a crack of a door, and peeking
through the keyhole, we seen what we was looking for.

On a divan was reclining a mighty nice-looking white girl, reading a book.
I was plumb surprised; I'd expected to find her chained up in a dunjun with
rats running around. The room she was in was fixed up very nice indeed, and
she didn't look like her captivity was weighing very heavy on her; and though
I looked close, I seen no sign of no chain whatever. The door wasn't even
locked.

I opened the door and we stepped in quick. She jumped up and stared at
us.

"Who are you?" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"Shhhhh!" I said warningly. "We has come to rescue you from the
heathen!"

To my shocked surprise, she opened her mouth and yelled, "Yut Lao!" at the
top of her voice.

I grabbed her and clapped my hand over her mouth, whilst goose-flesh riz
up and down my spine.

"Belay there!" I said in much annoyance. "You wanta get all our throats
cut? We're your friends, don't you understand?"

Her reply was to bite me so viciously that her teeth met in my thumb. I
yelped involuntarily and let her go, and Bill caught hold of her and said
soothingly, "Wait, Miss—they's no need to be scared—
ow!" She hauled off and smacked him in the eye with a right that
nearly floored him, and made a dart for the door. I pounced on her and she
yanked out my hair in reckless handfuls.

"Grab her feet, Bill," I growled. "I come here to rescue this dame and I'm
goin' to do it if we have to tie her hand and foot."

Well, Bill come to my aid and in the end we had to do just that—
tie her up, I mean. It was about like tying a buzz-saw. We tore strips offa
the bed-sheets and bound her wrists and ankles, as gentle as we could, and
gagged her likewise, because when she wasn't chawing large chunks out of us,
she would screech like a steamboat whistle. If they'd been anybody at large
in the house they'd of sure heard. Honest to gosh, I never seen anybody so
hard to rescue in my life. But we finally got it done and laid her on the
divan.

"Why Yut Lao or anybody else wants this wildcat is more'n I can see," I
growled, setting down and wiping the sweat off and trying to get my wind
back. "This here's gratitude—here we risks our lives to save this
girl from the clutches of the Yeller Peril and she goes and bites and kicks
like we was kidnappin' her ourselves."

"Aw, wimmen is all crazy," snarled Bill, rubbing his shins where she had
planted her French heels. "Dawgone it, Steve, the cork is come outa my flask
in the fray and alt my licker is spillin' out."

"Stick the cork back in," I urged. And he said, "You blame fool, what you
think I'd do? But I can't find the cork."

"Make a stopper outa some paper," I advised, and he looked around and seen
a shelf of books. So he took down a book at random, tore out the fly-leaf and
wadded it up and stuck it in the flask and put the book back. At this moment
I noticed that I'd carelessly laid the girl down on her face and she was
kicking and squirming, so I picked her up and said, "You go ahead and see if
the way's clear; only you gotta help me pack her up and down them
stairs."

"No need of that," he said. "This room's on the ground floor, see? Well, I
bet this here other door opens into the garden." He unbolted it and sure
enough it did.

"I bet that cop's layin' for us," I grunted.

"I bet he ain't," said Bill, and for once he was right. I reckon the
Chinee thought the neighborhood was too tough for him. We never seen him
again.

We took the opposite side from where we come in at, and maybe you think we
had a nice time getting that squirming frail over the wall. But we finally
done it and started for the old deserted warehouse with her. Once I started
to untie her and explain we was her friends, but the instant I started taking
off the gag, she sunk her teeth into my neck. So I got mad and disgusted and
gagged her again.

I thought we wouldn't never get to the warehouse. Tied as she was, she
managed to wriggle and squirm and bounce till I had as soon try to carry a
boa- constrictor, and I wisht she was a man so I could sock her on the jaw.
We kept to back alleys and it ain't no uncommon sight to see men carrying a
bound and gagged girl through them twisty dens at night, in that part of the
native quarters, so if anybody seen us, they didn't give no hint. Probably
thought we was a couple of strong-arm gorillas stealing a girl for some big
mandarin or something.

Well, we finally come to the warehouse, looming all silent and deserted on
the rotting old wharf. We come up into the shadder of it and somebody went,
"Shhhh!"

"Is that you, Ace?" I said, straining my eyes—because they wasn't
any lamps or lights of any kind anywheres near and everything was black and
eery, with the water sucking and lapping at the piles under our feet.

"Yeah," came the whisper, "right here in this doorway. Come on—
this way—I got the door open."

We groped our way to the door and blundered in, and he shut the door and
lit a candle. We was in a small room which must have been a kind of counting
or checking room once when the warehouse was in use. Ace looked at the girl
and didn't seem a bit surprised because she was tied up.

"We'll split it tonight," I growled. "I been kicked in the shins and
scratched and bit till I got tooth-marks all over me, and if you think I'm
goin' to leave here without my share of the dough, you're nuts."

"You bet," said Bill. "We delivers her to John Bain, personal."

Ace looked inclined to argy the matter, but changed his mind and said,
"All right, he's in here—bring her in."

So I carried her through the door Ace opened, and we come into a big inner
room, well lighted with candles and fixed up with tables and benches and
things. It was Ace's secret hangout. There was Big Bess and a tall, lean
feller with a pale poker-face and hard eyes. And I felt the girl stiffen in
my arms and kind of turn cold.

"Well, Bain," says Ace jovially, "here she is!"

"Good enough," he said in a voice like a steel rasp. "You men can go
now."

"All right," snapped Bain, "don't bother me with the details. Take off her
gag."

I done so, and untied her, watching her nervously so I could duck if she
started swinging on me. But it looked like the sight of her brother wrought a
change in her. She was white and trembling.

"Well, my dear," said John Bain, "we meet again."

"Oh, don't stall!" she flamed out. "What are you going to do to me?"

Me and Bill gawped at her and at each other, but nobody paid no attention
to us.

"You know why I had you brought here," said Bain in a tone far from
brotherly. "I want what you stole from me."

"And you stole it from old Yuen Kiang," she snapped. "He's dead—it
belongs to me as much as it does to you!"

"You've hidden from me for a long time," he said, getting whiter than
ever, "but it's the end of the trail Catherine, and you might as well come
through. Where's that formula?"

"Where you'll never see it!" she said, very defiant.

"No?" he sneered. "Well, there are ways of making people talk—"

"Give her to me," urged Big Bess with a nasty glint in her eyes.

"I'll tell you nothing!" the girl raged, white to the lips. "You'll pay
for persecuting an honest woman this way—"

John Bain laughed like a jackal barking. "Fine talk from you, you snake-
in-the-grass! Honest? Why, the police of half a dozen countries are looking
for you right now!"

John Bain jumped up and grabbed her by the wrist, but I throwed him away
from her with such force he knocked over a table and fell across it.

"Hold everything!" I roared. "What kind of a game is this?"

John Bain pulled hisself up and his eyes was dangerous as a snake's.

"Get out of here and get quick!" he snarled. "Ace can settle with you for
this job out of the ten thousand I'm paying him. Now get out, before you get
hurt!"

"Ten thousand!" howled Bill. "Ace is gettin' ten thousand? And us only a
measly grand apiece?"

"Belay everything!" I roared. "This is too blame complicated for me. Ace
sends us to rescue Bain's sister from the Chinks, us to split a
three-thousand- dollar reward—now it comes out that Ace gets ten
thousand—and Bain talks about his sister robbin' him—"

"Oh, go to the devil!" snapped Bain. "Barlow, when I told you to get a
couple of gorillas for this job, I didn't tell you to get lunatics."

"Don't you call us looneyticks," roared Bill wrathfully. "We're as good as
you be. We're better'n you, by golly! I remember you now—you ain't no
more a milyunaire than I am! You're a adventurer—that's what old
Cap'n Hurley called you—you're a gambler and a smuggler and a crook
in general. And I don't believe this gal is your sister, neither."

"Sister to that swine?" the girl yelped like a wasp had stung her. "He's
persecuting me, trying to get a valuable formula which is mine by rights, in
case you don't know it—"

"That's a lie!" snarled Bain. "You stole it from me—Yuen Kiang
gave it to me before he got blown up in that experiment in his
laboratory—"

"Hold on," I ordered, slightly dizzy, "lemme get this straight—"

"Aw, it's too mixed up," growled Bill. "Let's take the gal back where we
got her, and bust Ace on the snoot."

"Shut up, Bill," I commanded. "Leave this to me—this here's a
matter which requires brains. I gotta get this straight. This girl ain't
Bain's brother—I mean, he ain't her sister. Well, they ain't no kin.
She's got a formula—whatever that is—and he wants it. Say,
was you hidin' at Yut Lao's, instead of him havin' you kidnapped?"

"Wonderful," she sneered. "Right, Sherlock!"

"Well," I said, "we been gypped into doin' a kidnappin' when we thought we
was rescuin' her; that's why she fit so hard. But why did Ace pick us?"

"I'll tell you, you flat-headed gorilla!" howled Big Bess. "It was to get
even with you for that poke on the nose. And what you goin' to do about it,
hey?"

"I'll tell you what we're goin' to do!" I roared. "We don't want your
dirty dough! You're all a gang of thieves! This girl may be a crook, too, but
we're goin' to take her back to Yut Lao's! An' right off."

Catherine caught her breath and whirled on us.

"Do you mean that?" she cried.

"You bet," I said angrily. "We may look like gorillas but we're gents.
They gypped us, but they ain't goin' to harm you none, kid."

"But it's my formula," snarled John Bain. "She stole it from me."

"I don't care what she stole!" I roared. "She's better'n you, if she stole
the harbor buoys! Get away from that door! We're leavin'!"

The rest was kind of like a explosion—happened so quick you didn't
have much time to think. Bain snatched up a shotgun from somewhere but before
he could bring it down I kicked it outa his hands and closed with him. I
heard Bill's yelp of joy as he lit into Ace, and Catherine and Big Bess went
together like a couple of wildcats.

Bain was all wire and spring-steel. He butted me in the face and started
the claret in streams from my nose, he gouged at my eye and he drove his knee
into my belly all before I could get started. But I finally lifted him bodily
and slammed him head-first onto the floor, though, and that finished Mr. John
Bain for the evening. He kind of spread out and didn't even twitch.

Well, I looked around and seen Bill jumping up and down on Ace with both
feet, and I seen Catherine was winning her scrap, too. Big Bess had the
advantage of weight but she was yeller. Catherine sailed into her, fist and
tooth and nail, and inside of a minute Big Bess was howling for mercy.

"What I want to know," gritted Catherine, sinking both hands into her hair
and setting back, "is why you and that mutt Barlow are helping Bain!"

"Ow, leggo!" squalled Big Bess. "Ace heard that Bain was lookin' for you,
and Ace had found out you was hidin' at Yut Lao's. Bain promised us ten grand
to get you into his hands—Bain stood to make a fortune outa the
formula—and we figgered on gyppin' Costigan and McGlory into doin'
the dirty work and then we was goin' to skip on the early mornin' boat and
leave 'em holdin' the bag!"

"So!" gasped Catherine, getting up and shaking back her disheveled locks,
"I guess that settles that!"

I looked at Bain and Ace and Big Bess, all kind of strewn around on the
floor, and I said I reckon it did.

"You men have been very kind to me," she said. "I understand it all
now."

"Yeah," I said, "they told us Yut Lao had you kidnapped."

"The skunks!" she said. "Will you do me just one more favor and keep these
thugs here until I get a good start? If I can catch that boat that sails just
at dawn, I'll be safe."

"You bet," I said, "but you can't go through them back-alleys alone. I'll
go back with you to Yut Lao's and Bill can stay here and guard these
saps."

"Good," she said. "Let me peek outside and see that no one's spying."

So she slipped outside and Bill picked up the shotgun and said, "Hot dawg,
will I guard these babies! I hope Ace will try to jump me so I can blow his
fool head off!"

"Hey!" I hollered, "be careful with that gun, you sap!"

"Shucks," he says, very scornful, "I cut my teeth on a gun—"

Bang! Again I ducked complete extinction by such a brief hair's
breadth that that charge of buckshot combed my hair.

I told Bill I'd be back in a hour or so and me and the girl went out into
those nasty alleys. I said, "It ain't none of my business, but would you mind
tellin' me what this formula-thing is?"

"It's a new way to make perfume," she said.

"Perfume?" I snift. "Is that all?"

"Do you realize millions of dollars are spent each year on perfume?" she
said. "Some of it costs hundreds of dollars an ounce. The most expensive kind
is made from ambergris. Well, old Yuen Kiang, a Chinese chemist, discovered a
process by which a certain chemical could be substituted for ambergris,
producing the same result at a fraction of the cost. The perfume company that
gets this formula will save millions. So they'll bid high.

"Outside of old Yuen Kiang, the only people who knew of its existence were
John Bain, myself, and old Tung Chin, the apothecary who has that little shop
down by the docks. Old Yuen Kiang got blown up in some kind of an experiment,
he didn't have any people, and Bain stole the formula. Then I lifted it off
of Bain, and have been hiding ever since, afraid to venture out and try to
sell it. I've been paying Yut Lao plenty to let me stay in his house, and
keep his mouth shut. But now it's all rosy! I don't know how much I can twist
out of the perfume companies for the formula, but I know it'll run up into
the hundred thousands!"

We'd reached Yut Lao's house and I went in through a side-gate—she
had a key—and went into her room the same I way me and Bill had brung
her out.

"I'm going to pack and make that boat," she said. "I haven't much time.
Steve—I trust you—I'm going to show you the formula. Yut Lao
knows nothing about it—I wouldn't have trusted him if he'd known why
I was hiding—he thinks I've murdered somebody.

"The simplest place to hide anything is the best place. I destroyed the
original formula after copying it on the flyleaf of a book, and put the book
on this shelf, in plain sight. No one would ever think to look there—
they'd tear up the floor and the walls first—"

And blamed if she didn't pull down the very book Bill got to make his
stopper! She opened it and let out a howl like a lost soul.

"It's gone!" she screeched. "The leaf's been torn out! I'm robbed!"

At this moment a portly Chinee appeared at the door, some flustered.

"What catchee?" he squalled. "Too much monkey-business!"

"You yellow-bellied thief!" she screamed. "You stole my formula!"

And she went for him like a cat after a sparrow. She made a flying leap
and landed right in his stummick with both hands locked in his pig-tail. He
squalled like a fire-engine as he hit the floor, and she began grabbing his
hair by the handfuls.

A big clamor riz in some other part of the house. Evidently all Yut Lao's
servants had returned too. They was jabbering like a zoo-full of monkeys and
the clash of their knives turned me cold.

I grabbed Catherine by the slack of her dress and lifted her bodily offa
the howling Yut Lao which was a ruin by this time. And a whole passel of
coolies come swarming in with knives flashing like the sun on the sea-spray.
Catherine showed some inclination of going to the mat with the entire gang
—I never see such a scrapping dame in my life—but I grabbed
her up and racing across the room, plunged through the outer door and slammed
it in their faces.

"Beat it for the wall while I hold the door!" I yelled, and Catherine
after one earful of the racket inside, done so with no more argument. She
raced acrost the garden and begun to climb the wall. I braced myself to hold
the door and crash! a hatchet blade ripped through the wood a inch
from my nose.

"Hustle!" I yelled in a panic and she dropped on the other side of the
wall. I let go and jumped back; the door crashed outwards and a swarm of
Chineeses fell over it and piled up in a heap of squirming yeller figgers and
gleaming knives. The sight of them knives lent wings to my feet, as the
saying is, and I wish somebody had been timing me when I went acrost that
garden and over that wall, because I bet I busted some world's speed
records.

Catherine was waiting for me and she grabbed my hand and shook it.

"So long, sailor," she said. "I've got to make that boat now, formula or
not. I've lost a fortune, but it's been lots of fun. I'll see you some day,
maybe."

"Not if I see you first, you won't," I said to myself, as she scurried
away into the dark, then I turned and run like all get-out for the deserted
warehouse.

I was thinking of the fly-leaf Bill McGlory tore out to use for a stopper.
Them wasn't Chinese letters—them was figgers—technical
symbols and things! The lost formula! A hundred thousand dollars! Maybe more!
And since Bain stole it from Yuen Kiang which was dead and had no heirs, and
since Catherine stole it from Bain, then it was as much mine and Bill's as it
was anybody's. Catherine hadn't seen Bill tear out the sheet; she was lying
face down on the divan.

I gasped as I run and the sweat poured off me. A fortune! Me and Bill was
going to sell that formula to some perfume company and be rich men!

I didn't keep to the back-alleys this time, but took the most direct
route; it was just getting daylight. I crossed a section of the waterfront
and I seen a stocky figger careening down the street, bellering, "Abel Brown
the sailor." It was Bill.

"Bill McGlory." I said sternly, "you're drunk!"

"If I wasn't I'd be a wonder!" he whooped hilariously. "Steve, you old
sea-horse, this here's been a great night for us!"

"Haw! Haw! Haw!" he roared, bending over and slapping his thighs. "Lemme
tell you somethin'! Steve, you'll die laughin'! You knew old Tung Chin which
runs a shop down on the waterfront, and stays open all night? Well, I stopped
there to fill my flask and he got to lookin' at that Chineese writin' on that
paper I had stuffed in it. He got all excited and what you think? He gimme
ten bucks for it!"

"Ten bucks!" I howled. "You sold that paper to Tung Chin?"

"For ten big round dollars!" he whooped. "And boy, did I licker up! Can
you imagine a mutt payin' good money for somethin' like that? What you reckon
that sap wanted with that fool piece of paper? Boy, when I think how crazy
them Chineese is—"

And he's wondering to this day why I hauled off and knocked him stiffer
than a red-brick pagoda.